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Javrian felt the first tremor in her lips before she even realized he'd caught her mouth.
Her lips were softer than he expected—yet untouched, given how she was just like him, having a hard time. But given his wolf race, he had the instinct to do it even though it was his first time.
He could taste the ghost of her past in the tension of her jaw, the way she tried to hold herself still. He pressed harder, letting the roughness of his mouth take what softness she tried to hide.
"Mhh!" When her breath hitched, he halted, his eyes trembling before calming as he seemed to recall a very popular saying from his tribe's old casual sayings.
It was: A woman holds back her voice, not from lack of desire, but from the shyness of hearing her own longing. But when she finds a man she trusts enough to let go… her silence breaks into a moan.
That single whimper and her hand not pushing him away gave him small hope to push further, though clearly on edge as he didn't want to hurt her.
He let his hands slide—slow, deliberate—down her sides.
One hooked at the hem of her gown, fingers skilled from years of stripping armor making short work of the barrier.
He lifted his mouth from hers for just the barest moment, using the cover of that breath to peel the fabric away from her shoulders.
She didn't notice—too lost in holding onto his hair as if it anchored her.
His knuckles grazed the sides of her breasts as he drew the gown lower, feeling the sharp spike of her heartbeat against the back of his hand.
A warrior knew when prey was aware, and when it was not.
She wasn't aware—not yet—that the night air had already kissed more of her skin than she had allowed in years.
Lower still, his hand brushed her thigh, and that was when it hit him—the scent.
Sweet. Not cloying, not perfumed—real. It coiled up from between her legs like the first scent of ripe fruit in summer, sharp and intoxicating.
'Ugh... th-this.' His nostrils flared before he could stop himself, dragging it deeper, memorizing it.
He lowered his head as if kissing her throat, but really it was to breathe her in again, his lips brushing along her skin until they hovered above the source of that sweetness.
The fabric there was damp.
He felt it under his thumb as he traced along her inner thigh, testing the wetness, letting his fingers brush just enough to make her knees shift.
Her thighs quivered—not from fear, but from the unfamiliar heat pooling there.
Yet he knew she didn't notice him, couldn't, due to her eyes being closed as if lost in sleep... or just in sensations that remained.
He took his time.
With a predator's patience, he eased her gown completely away, sliding it off with the same care one uses to disarm a trap—quiet, unannounced.
By the time the moonlight revealed her bare skin, she still hadn't realized she was naked beneath him.
When he finally bent between her thighs, the scent was stronger, like nectar spilling over.
"Mmh... n-no!" He inhaled deeply, letting it flood him before swiftly using his own wrist to bite his voice from spilling her out of the trance.
At least not until he was prepared to make sure he would not lose her; he needed patience.
He needed to taste her and see if he could stop his desires before they could harm her... as somehow, he felt he might feel annoyed if something were to happen to her.
Maybe it was fleeting heat, he couldn't confirm until he satiated and extinguished it by claiming the source of that heat and merging into it.
He removed his hands, his tongue aching to taste it, his jaw tightening from restraint.
He first wanted to make sure he was in control as he let his nose brush along her region, dipping into a small curve he didn't know the name of, hiding behind remnants of shade and feeling her tremble as the shiver shot up her spine.
Once it was confirmed that he was still under control—
Only then did he let his tongue taste her.
The first contact nearly broke his control. She was sweet—unnaturally sweet, like his mouth had been starved all his life without knowing it.
He curled his tongue, drawing that taste deeper into himself, eyes half-lidded as her hips gave the smallest, unconscious rise to meet him.
And then he looked up.
Not by chance—he wanted to see her.
The moonlight caught the wet shine in her eyes, her pupils wide and uncertain, her head lifted up, visible through the gaps of her breasts.
He could feel the exact moment her expression shifted under his tongue, the moment her lips parted but pursed back.
He felt strange... his desires vanished, replaced by an underlying strangeness that came out as words.
"Are you comfortable?" he softly asked to see if he was inflicting any type of pain on her—physical or emotional.
"Why aren't you hurting me?" And her words and that wide inquiry just drowned all of his worries into a relief that felt strange, given he just met this woman today and he was really being conscious of her comfort.
"Isn't it obvious?" Javrian said as he noticed her head lifted, clearly making him know she was pushing her neck in a way that might cause discomfort, so he stretched his hand and placed a pillow below her head and revealed a truth. "You are beautiful…"
It was not a lie, especially if someone saw her from his eyes.
Those eyes that were hollow, hair as if dyed but natural, expression of confusion just like his, lying on a bed showing how both of them were lonely in one way or another.
She mirrored him.
He saw himself in her eyes, not just as reflection but as a form of nothing left to lean on, like how he lost his family and tribe.
She too lost something, maybe suffered more than he did.
And that was the reason he wanted to console her, in a way he knew better as a man.
With softness, as he kept looking, he felt her hand pushing him down, eyes widening but calming as he followed the guidance of his Queen.
And soon enough, as he saw a small thing perked at the top, without knowing its use, he bit it.
He shouldn't have, especially how like a tap opened, a sharp gust of fluid painted his face enough to for a moment make him lose all composure as that smell of hers painted his senses, and the throb within his legs just seemed to tear through the fabric of his pants.
"W-what did you do to me?" Her voice came while he didn't have an answer for it.
He just followed his instinct, unaware of what he did to cause such a thing, but seeing how her breath and rising heartbeat didn't show she was in pain.
He took a step ahead, walking like a beast over her, slowly letting his eyes observe her whole body, embedding it before resting his arm near her head with his hand opening the zip of his pants, letting his thing snap up, throbbing like it was about to burst any moment.
He looked down at his thing to hold and guide it, only to find his tip was glistening and wet due to precum, something revealing how he was burning too, just like her.
"Haah, just tell me... okay?" With his hand grabbing the thickness, clearly letting half of it still be visible through his fist, he slowly moved down, guiding the head of his tip down while slowly placing it on her wetness.
It slipped.
"Hm?"
And when he thought that he should try again, he heard her word.
"What are you doing?" He lifted his head, looking in her eyes as even though trying to muster his expression, but already having come this far with this strange woman, he couldn't do anything except just reveal to her.
"You see, the wetness is making it hard." Taking his time to breathe, his eyes averting from her as he revealed a truth that was the particular thing which had been considered as a subject of humiliation for a wolf holding such strength and position like him.
"It's my first time." And when he thought this woman would not react, she did, and in a way that made his mouth twitch.
"Pfft!"